The Recovery of the Blademaster [CLOSED]

Sweat permeated Kokkino's bandages as she stumbled once more, gasping at the sudden twinge of pain in her side as she attempted to twist into a spin strike. Completing the spin, the white haired sword user let out a loud cry of anger as she threw the two training swords to the ground, fisting her bandaged hands in her hair. "Why can't I get it right?!" She hisses out, her visible cyan eye blazing with rage while she sank to her knees.

Kylee LeRoux, fiery heir of the LeRoux family fortune halted in her training to examine the event was unfolding across the training hall. She shouldered Pyretalon and wiped her face with a towel before walking over to where the bandaged white Haired girl was bellowing rhetoric at the ceiling."Hey" she tried "you ok there?" she asked, smiling comfortingly.

Pushing herself to her feet, Kokkino quickly composes herself, lifting up the dull weapon blanks and looking at them in her hands. "Yeah, just perfect." She muttered to herself as she prepared for another spin slash, tensing up the muscles in her legs before launching into the air, becoming a whirlwind as she came down upon the training dummy with the force of a hurricane. A loud gasp of pain comes from her throat as the blades get lodged in the ballistic gel, making her land funny.

"You know it's ok if you're not" Kylee said comfortingly, unable to tear her eyes away from Kokkino's bandages, wondering if they were the reason her performance was a little offish. Possibly what she had been in hospital for lay beneath them.

Slamming the blanks of high tensile titanium onto a table sitting at the side of the training area, the Blademaster picks up her better weighted Twin Riptides. "I'd rather not think about it. I slipped up, and now I have to train harder than ever to get back to where I was. I'm not even supposed to be out of bed yet."

"You escaped form the infirmary" Kylee's eyes widened "you could really hurt yourself" she stated, taking a step closer to Kokkino "I know you don't know me, but I don't think your team want you to train yourself into oblivion."

With a flourish the Whirlwind of Blades clips the swords to her back bandages, spinning around to face Kylee. "I don't have a team. And you think I don't know that? I failed defending my friend and she's missing her leg from midthigh down. I must become stronger." She states, her gaze lowering.

The white haired maneuver fighter starts counting off on her fingers. "My voice, my appearance, I don't live in the dorm, etc etc etc. The list goes on and on. I've learned to just ignore it by now." She states sadly.

Kokkino looks to the side. "White Fang. They killed my adoptive father. These weapons used to be his." She says with the volume on her new vox turned way down before reaching up and unwrapping the bandages around her face, the intensive burn scars becoming visible. She closes her cyan eye before opening her eye with the iris imprint. "This is why I wear bandages all the time." She says with her soft normal voice, wincing as she speaks.

Kylee held out her bare arms and closed her eyes, activating her semblance. Her skin immediately began to heat up. Within moments the air around her was noicably hotter and her skin glowed red with searing heat. Kylee had to be careful, controlling her breath, making sure that she remained in control of her particularly unpredictable Semblance. After a few moments the deactivated it. A few grey wisps of evaporated sweat swirled around her. The Redhead smiled "See what I mean?"